A day late and a dollar short
May. 15th, 2006 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iceminkHey there. Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful mothers on my flist. Yeah, I know it was yesterday. The funny thing is about one a.m. last night I had this sudden idea for a Mother's Day drabble. Since it was already not Mother's Day I figured it could wait a few hours till I got some sleep for me to write it down.
So here it is, my Mother's Day drabble.
Connor woke with a start. He looked at over at his clock, the red numbers telling him that is was almost seven o'clock. Way to early for any self-respecting college kid to be up and about. But he also knew he wasn't going to get back to sleep, not after the nightmare.
Connor hadn't had a good nights sleep since he'd found out the truth about himself. Since all the memories of his old life, his real life had come flooding back. But it wasn't the demons that kept him up at night. It wasn't growing up in a hell dimension, or all the bad shit he'd seen since he came back to this world. It wasn't even the crazy psychotic shit he'd tried to pull.
All of that he remembered, but it didn't quite seem real to him. It was more like some strange comic book. It was hard to think of himself as the unstable young man who'd helped a demon take over the world. It was hard to think of himself as the angry boy who'd sunk his own farther to the bottom of the ocean. Or the disturbed kid who'd rigged up a bunch of people with bombs. He knew he'd done those things, but somehow it all seemed more like a movie he'd seen.
Only one thing, one memory from that other life seemed real to him. The green eyes that kept him up night. The green eyes that stared back at him when he brushed his teeth before going to bed.
And the funny thing is, he wasn't sure she'd been real at all. That she'd even looked like that. He'd never seen a picture of his mother. Holtz had loved to tell him stories of the horrible monster she'd been, but no one else would talk to him about her. They liked to pretend Darla hadn't existed at all. As if he'd sprung from Angel's leg full grown.
But he'd seen her. She'd been there pleading with him, asking him not to murder an innocent girl in cold blood. And the thing that kept him up at night, the thing that wouldn't let him sleep was the look in those eyes when he'd done it. When he'd killed that girl.
His mother had looked at him and he'd seen disappointment, and love, and forgiveness in her eyes. And he wondered what it would have been like to have known her.
So here it is, my Mother's Day drabble.
Connor woke with a start. He looked at over at his clock, the red numbers telling him that is was almost seven o'clock. Way to early for any self-respecting college kid to be up and about. But he also knew he wasn't going to get back to sleep, not after the nightmare.
Connor hadn't had a good nights sleep since he'd found out the truth about himself. Since all the memories of his old life, his real life had come flooding back. But it wasn't the demons that kept him up at night. It wasn't growing up in a hell dimension, or all the bad shit he'd seen since he came back to this world. It wasn't even the crazy psychotic shit he'd tried to pull.
All of that he remembered, but it didn't quite seem real to him. It was more like some strange comic book. It was hard to think of himself as the unstable young man who'd helped a demon take over the world. It was hard to think of himself as the angry boy who'd sunk his own farther to the bottom of the ocean. Or the disturbed kid who'd rigged up a bunch of people with bombs. He knew he'd done those things, but somehow it all seemed more like a movie he'd seen.
Only one thing, one memory from that other life seemed real to him. The green eyes that kept him up night. The green eyes that stared back at him when he brushed his teeth before going to bed.
And the funny thing is, he wasn't sure she'd been real at all. That she'd even looked like that. He'd never seen a picture of his mother. Holtz had loved to tell him stories of the horrible monster she'd been, but no one else would talk to him about her. They liked to pretend Darla hadn't existed at all. As if he'd sprung from Angel's leg full grown.
But he'd seen her. She'd been there pleading with him, asking him not to murder an innocent girl in cold blood. And the thing that kept him up at night, the thing that wouldn't let him sleep was the look in those eyes when he'd done it. When he'd killed that girl.
His mother had looked at him and he'd seen disappointment, and love, and forgiveness in her eyes. And he wondered what it would have been like to have known her.
